Crap. Lots of things have happened that I should write about... but naw.

The Dashboard Concert was good. Well, Dashboard themselves were okay--jesus, I'll never get used to refering to Dashboard as they instead of him--but the other three bands (Vendetta Red, Brand New, and MxPx) rocked completely. Got into VR that night (their recordings are okay, but you have to see them live... and amidst the other screaming masses, Mike) even though the singer DOES look like Krusty the Clown. Brand New, gorgeous as ever. MxPx... oh my cadillac, I got completely beat up during their set. Which is fun, because that's how concerts should always be like (unlike Coldplay with that one stupid whore that I had to stand next to) and I had the added bonus of being all up on this guy from the back. Couldn't help it, the crowd was pushing me forward. Besides, the boy was constantly flexing his ass on my crotch while he tried to push back the crowd.

Sis and I ducked out of Dashboard since that was the fourth time that we've seen them. Hung out by the wall, both of us chugging over-priced water while I had a mint-scented ciggy lit. Before their set started, I felt someone grab my ass and thought: hmm... this feels familiar. Turned around... "Hi Claire." There were so many other people from LVA at that concert that I would never think would be at a concert. Crazy. Dashboard only had two really nice points: everyone "Screaming Infidelities" (but whenever they play that song, it's a given that it'll rock), and their cover of Wheatus' "Teenage Dirtbag" (complete with Jesse singing lead and the almost Jesse/Chris action on stage... damn you "straight" boys). Great.

Lately I've been going into the art room during odd-day lunches because I need to get a lot of my art stuff done... That, and I'm completely unstressed about finding people I can hang out with because cool people (not including 80% of the Art I kids) have their independent study period then.

And speaking of people... Em needs to get with that pretty boy-ness, while Adrienne needs to get happy. Even if it's HAN-style joy. Oh my, oh my. Art was fun since the Kells was off 'round the town with her sister, so we had a sub that didn't bat an eyelash at all the innuendo being slung back and forth between Cassandra's little enclave and the asian T (HAN, sis, and I). Crazy.

I need to do stuff with men... FRIENDS, DAMMIT, FRIENDS... this weekend. And need to look into Faith's next production so I can bother Sarah. It's been far too long since we've hung out.

Junior year rocked so much, social-life wise.

Right, time to listen to more Beatles. Damn you Ripp for getting them stuck in my head all day long.